Downe lay the Shepherd Swaine
so sober and demure
Wishing for his wench againe
so bonny and so pure
With his head on hillock love
and his armes akimbo*>
And all was for the losse of his
hye nonny nonny noe.
His Teares fell as thinne
as water from the still,
His haire upon his chlnm
grew like Thyme upon a hill,
His cherry cheekcs pale as snowe
did testify his mickle woe
And all was for the losse of his
hye nonny nonny not*
Sweet she was, as kind a Love
as ever fetter9d Swayne ;
Never such a daynty one
shall man enjoy again.
Sett a thousand on a row
I forbid that any sbowe
Ever the like of her
hye nonny nonny noe.
Face she had of Filberd hue
and bosom9d like a Swan
'Back she had of bended Eave>
and wasted by a span.
Haire she had as blaek as Crow
from the bead mh the toe
Downe dwvne all mr her
bye nonry nonty noe*
With her Uantk twKt #p ti&b
she foddered her flock
So bwksomt and alluringly
her knee upheld ber smexk
S0 mmbly did she me & $*
4# smooth sl» danit &n tip-toe,
That all the men wen jml *f her
bye
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